Tv
I’m nervous about being on TV.
Everyone in this world or at least this country may see me.
Is my hair okay?
Any strands left astray?
Is my make-up alright?
Is my lipstick too bright?
What on earth am I going to say?
What if I stutter and become the laugh of the day?
Uh Oh, my time is up.
Oh well, wish me luck.
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